This is a song about "Mardi gras memories"

My father is the cause of these memories

Feed niggas shells like my motherfucking beach is nice

Of your memories in tha dozen

Fuck, condom pocket, luckily, i brought one

Man i swear she's bad and she knows

Memories, yeah, i hold em close,

I still cherish my childhood and reminisce on my memories,

Niggas fightin 'cross the whole planet, so it could never be peace

And lastly for everybody who doubted i can't live without you, please

All hyped out, rappin with speedfull of energy, makin good memories

I ain't fucking with kfc but i may eat up the box

Memories of stolen cars swervin down abandoned blocks

I'm everything that they call nice

I'm not the only one with these memories

Memories we renovate cause we're living..

The people gon' feel it, a leader win the building